"Sometimes reality is what you make of it."-Me

After a night of playing video games, a young boy decides that he has had enough and decides to go to bed. He opens his bedroom door and shouts "Good night" down the hall before closing the door and plopping himself down on the mattress. He lies in wake for a few minutes, reliving the very game he was playing. He as the game's protagonist and the virtual map as his playground he finally closes his eyes and falls fast asleep.

Tomas woke up. His vision wasn't quite balanced so he had trouble and the light stung his eyes.

"W-where am I?" He asked covering his eyes with both his hands. The door opened to his right, somebody had walked in.

"Ah good to see your awake."

A man was talking in deep calm voice. "How are you feeling?"

Tom rubbed his eyes a few times still unable to see properly. "I don't know how I'm feeling." He said. "I was in my room and then-" His vision came clear. What the? His blue eyes followed the interior of the room. He was in a hospital that much was obvious. It looked any ordinary hospital room but that wasn't it. The room felt and looked familiar and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

The doctor looked at the boy with a raised brow. "Is there something wrong?" The doctor asked. Tomas hesitated unsure of what to say or do. It's probably all just a dream. Or was it? "Excuse me." He began. "Am I at the hospital?" The doctor jerked his head back and slowly nodded. "The name?"

He cleared his throat. "You're at the Raccoon City Hospital."

Tomas froze. Did he hear the doctor correctly? Impossible! He thought. "Could you repeat that again?" The boy asked. "You're at the Raccoon City Hospital." He felt his chest sink and mind go daze. Raccoon? He looked up at the ceiling trying to make sense of what was happening. He wanted to scream as loud as he could and hope either of his parents would hear him and wake him up. He was only 14 and his imagination had left him a long time ago. This is a dream. This is a dream. This HAS to be a dream!

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong? Is there anything I can help you with young man?" The doctor asked. Tomas turned his head to face him. "Could you-I don't know, maybe pinch me?" Doctor Cropp as the tag read gave him a look. "Please just pinch me."

Cropp paused then leaned over the young teen extending his hand. With two fingers he tugged on Tomas's arm. He grunted. Okay so it's definitely not a dream. What the hell is going on?

"Are you feeling okay? Do you a need drink of water or maybe something to eat?" Tomas shook his head. The doctor gathered his clip board and after jotting down some notes he headed for the door. "Be sure to get some rest and we'll discuss this some more in the morning." He left the room.

Tomas was now left all alone. His small frame began to shake and quiver. Is this really happening? What if… His mind trailed off, he tried to keep away from that subject. This was both exciting and frightening to Tomas his mind touched on it again. What if the zombies attack and I can't get home? What if I never get back? Oh god! I'm stuck in a video game!

((that quote…well I thought of it and well I figured it fit well with this story. Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter!))